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The air in the ruined prison clung to the throat, thick with the smell of gunpowder and pulverized stone. Shattered blocks and debris littered the ground; through a gaping hole in the ceiling, cold moonlight streaked silver across the wreckage. Wemmbu leaned his weight against a fractured wall, his purple coat dusted grey, the fur trim of his hood charred and tousled. The delicate gold of his tiara caught a sliver of light as he tilted his head back, exhaling slowly into the quiet. The chaos had passed, but the pressure of what came next settled over him like heavy stone. Across the hollowed-out chamber, Flamefrags and Spoke argued in low, tense voices, a persistent hum beneath the distant crackle of dying fires. Wemmbu's gaze drifted, scanning the shadows until it snagged on you. There y…